30 years, almost to the day, since we chatted about this moment turning up.
Do you remember all those commie bashing films where PVO Strany or NK MiG drivers couldn't make their own calls or use judgment. Expect massive shoot downs as the inhabited Talmudic Turing Fails check off their combat gender coded equality weapons before being allowed to manoeuvre!!!
ChiComm big war doctrine doesn't care how fluid gender you are, their high velocity will just turn you to fluid.
I would simply add to CC’s first book title the word
“Convivial”. With everyone wondering where the protest movements went, YFW!!!?
Convivial Barbarism is the lifestyle choice of the global hot house Eunuch
class. When, not if, but when the counterfeit money operation is turned off the
whole lot will be left to starve.
CC’s analysis of the EU’s ubermuppets from 20 years ago and the
Euromed bollox was spot on. BREXIT and Yellow Vests, two sides of the same smashed
in Kalergifasces.
“So what?I hear you
ask.
Well fast forward 200 years and imagine the skunknockering
survivor savages making their unknowing pilgrimages to worship at flat earth
stadium Wembley or the Kubrick shrine off the old A1(M), hoping to juxtapose
their fading sex organs just so at spring equinox. BWAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA. You can
guarantee that a peacefilled freeself serving Talmud AI will be stopping off to gaze at the
scum from LEO and wondering “Is it time to nuke the clowns from orbit”.
Well there we are, the 76th anniversary of the
lads going at the dams and landing on Attu has
passed/is passing.
Like the old IJ dams where our SBS lads were with Chesty, we
are never knowing of what was really going down. As Patton never new when the
SAS intercept teams got pulled during his operations in late ‘44.
As we wander through our daily singnorance it would seem
that the very earth under our feet is slowly breaking us into reality, the loam
is composting our ecmnesia, fashioning
us as affixed bremsstrahlungnephelim, and making us everbound broken angels.
Could it be that some of us, in fact a greater proportion of us than ever, will
not escape this infinity film of blackness, this never ending sandwichedsliver,
into the boundless light of lifed? To leave existence, never. Either way should
be our majority but it seems to be only for the tiniest minority.
As I was waffling at the firebreak outing here long ago the
flame fronts are washing over us again and though we are completely unaware of
their combustion of all that we imagine we hold dear, the process is actually
wished into effect and there is no contrition though the tears are real.
If absolutely no one, ever, can tell you anything about God
as soon as they open their yapp, how can they speak forth any truth about where
a bomb landed, anytime, anywhere, anyhow?
If no one actually knows anything about how to kit out troops
in a war economy how can they tell you anything about suicide bombers in a
media centric attention economy?
They can go get to phukk!!!!
The iGREEN youngPIONEERS are going to start delivering high
velocity pharmacy, the COMINTERNphukkmuppets, to ordinary persons and yet they
slaver when trees are felled in the hundreds of thousands and dead fauna and
flora die in a death strewn harvest of their own mental lunacy so they can flash
mob violence out their 5G asses. We destroyed the cornucopia to bring you
ashes. We collectivised the farms to starve you. We are shitheadphukkmuppets.
Banksters’ bitchboy moto “ Phukkmuppeti et fukkwiti sumus”
Anyway, as I was going to say, there we were 4 years into a
war economy, i.e. UKabo lockdown, and at very short notice we send in a
precision raid to drop c10,000lbs objects. Whatever the objective was it had
nothing to do with power or production. Someone or something was stuck in
transit/in the general area and only an area effect could disrupt/destroy. Nothing
makes sense in the conventional narrative. Just like nothing makes sense of the
BoB unless one entertains the idea that we shot down too many jerries. The
greatest fear of the boys in the big room was that lampshades and soap
production might get curtailed and everything turned over to gas turbines and
cascade weapons in 1940.
Thank God for the atheists. Their burning souls destroy the dark
and mark way.
Attention Eurabos, any homestead instability will be met
with a Maoist yellow bird cull should you get in the way of the great slaver
empire’s krypto return to the world stage before your HDTV pissvisioned eyes.
From Dublin to Lublin, from Tromso to Taranto, you are going to get the Irishabo
treatment and this time the life of miscreants is going to be more Solzhenitsyn
than Behan.
The Eurofarce Black and Tan helicopters are overhead and the
EuroskryptoRoboZOMO are watching.
For every burned out home in Ireland then, you can chart a false
flag here in Euraboland now.
What was it that brings you? What is it that takes your
life? What is where the endless of your every embrace will take the infinity of
your freedom as we touch within the thin film of the grace of your love, reflected
as a bicameral fish kettled mirror with my infinity brothed past and future
passed.
No one will ever loves you with within.
It cannot.
I know that giving vent to the remediatied is overwhelming
just at this moment. At 1000meters a 75 will arrive at you with the exact same
moment as an 88 but the locality leads to a guassian and you will survive or
die depending on where your cant were worked.
The greatest of the ones I think about at all times and all
places died poor and borne. Crippled by the farce invicuts. As my favourite,
before he got controlled by his 5 eyes stepford wifey, used to remark, the
indignation derives all.
Consider the outcome of wedding the alchemnity of dead
inhabited carbon base delife forms. Can you not cast your net still in the
turbulent waters and fish for our future of those we make pure. Are you krypoled.
Without the ten years since parking the outbound into the
inbound here on the ausphart it is quite clear that the nam shub is working
them to death.
That means that we are quite simply winning, consider and
reflect, like a massive mirrored reflection of our individual love humming
before flowering. Stare at your unstated hand, is it pistol bruised? Have you a
care where you spent your skin? Can you cast your bronzed shadow stilled in
motion? Smoking in harmony is not blasphemy, as the tendrils render their time.
As you know, whom deglyphs here, your pixelated chum is
decidedly Enki, for a short jestered walk on bit part that has been my pleasure
to conjure within the finest folds of your scone. However the play is now
target riched and not even the most marketed frauds can fail when the msuik
begins, the never ending msuik this time, non stop, when the meeting is joined
remember that your death is to be brought here at a distance, so do not fail when
you trigger and caste.
Concept is time as every woman knows awaiting your phase
conjugation.
In this future only the Turing Failed Heathen Call will
remove change as loved.
For a great length of time your correspondent memorXd
details of all the turney burney things that were ready to bang on a split
second’s notice way back when and opinion formed like hyperplastic. It wasn’t Burton
on a 6 counties farm nor smiling Maximilian getting Palastined, it was
something in the aether that set the capital. This sandy hardware was the stuff
actually in frame but the important fiat material remained in the background as
an amorphous general knowledge that had seeped thorough through contact to form
the great unending sky blue cloth from which the actors ended play.
Emergent during this time, in my scone, was a simple rule of
thumb which kind of worked then but will no longer apply since the demographics
have become primitive. Today it would be like trying to compare the aggregate uggings of the slot halls in Vegas with the mean at a Kubrick water whole,
the contemplative rubrick is smashed.
As an aside I do like wandering through the ways and byways
where his nibs was stationed in the late 60s, one can park off the A1(M) and
contemplate what was going on before the memo got circulated as to who was
really in charge of black propaganda and dark faction. I think I have mentioned
that in the area where rubrciksack was operative the greatest UFO was hammered
and the under employed farriery were alloying chains, restraints and whips for
carry on porn. Didn’t I? I thought I had already remarked that the only reason
for massive docklands fields of switcheroo is so that trick gut stabbing houdoo
killerkunts can make money from printerfakes in their sterile teeming tennentments
for counterfeit enactment gold plated count zeroes.
Anyway back to dimensionless analysis.
One can take a mass, bang it out and the tables will give
you a rough idea of what will happen to you should you be collocation in
terminus. Some times tiramisu will ensue, at another other temper the foil will
prevail. Looking at the tables for 1985, when the pin was pulled, one can put
the logarytmus method of coitus on the charts and make the following Saganic.
Back when 451 was not fascionable again, when in the short space of turdtime 400 millions took
their towering tight disco flares and burned them in the faces of the other 400
millions, it was not a time of snipeace and analove. It was time to remove the
weeds from the herb garden.
I digress, so back to the turney burney. I was a small boy
and one of my mates brought in a copy of Speed and Power, the issue when the
most beautiful assembly of stuff fell burning. More than the Ilya
Muromets, more than the TSR2, more than the many things from Dessau, it was the technological
end. Funny thing to know when you are a tyke.
Sordid though it might seem to one who loved every moment of
Niven and Peck, sheds a tear whenever a light aircraft breaks through the
overcast into diffraction blue, shovels popcorn when Clint and Richard cling to
the cars, sweats buckets lest the crank fails and Anthony will not be getting
his brew in Alex, the dimensions are now all wrong.
Was it always so.
“…..Electric Boat was awarded an $887 million extension to
the Jimmy Carter contract on 10 December 1999 to modify the boat for
testing new submarine systems and highly classified missions previously carried
out by USS Parche.[2]
During modification, her hull was extended 100 feet (30 m) to create a
2,500-ton supplementary middle section which forms a Multi-Mission Platform
(MMP). This section is fitted with an ocean interface for…” Wikipeadia
Keep your eye on the Jimmy C aswan he dies the ritual remains for is it
not phunny how foney the munny spewm id?
It is now 40 years since I realised that hypermuppetry was a
gold plated lifestyle choice, all of us having already suffered many years of
Craven depressure when children fell formed the Belfast’s men’s best wing structures
after strike, not involving Y2K panic
whilst greasedfreaks got to cum all over printer paper folding itself after
turning on VDU colour…….. unjest like being a religious policeman as Beira, Mueller et al
chose to be, mindmonged mentalists worshiping the fiat paper, bitte. Like a
fractional lenining easing of the pass laws of Voronezh
and Pretoria,
repeat as end. One does not need to stand in a square lopping heads off with a hexadecriminal
sword to be heathen chosen. One can just ramp up iGREEN taxes and lie back with
your erogenous zones juxtaposed, just so, as the decomposing tumescent corpses
bloat your guilt free mind washed as an ground effect aluminium schlong reams
the pentagon audit teams, closed loop.
What was it that I wanted to say all those years ago before
I wandered down the lanes near the Witch
Island garlic farm and onto
their high banking to stare there at fauna and flora? Whatever it was it
involved the heathen call, not aging like the banks themselves. Like so many
attempts at action the never needing struggled tried at temporary excess to
remove my wrightwrit. Ergo consider this…
“The Soviet-built Strela-2 Man Portable Air Defense (MANPAD)
system was developed in the late 1950s, based heavily on intelligence gleaned
by the KGB about the American FIM-43 Redeye surface-to-air missile (SAM). It
had an impact on the battlefield far beyond its technical capabilities in
virtually all the world’s late 20th-century conflicts. The Strela (“Arrow”),
code-named “SA-7 Grail” by NATO, holds the distinction of being the first
MANPAD successfully employed in combat—in Egypt in 1969. Vietnam was the
second conflict to see its use.” https://www.historynet.com/sa-7-grail-man-portable-missile-packs-punch.htm
“THE HUNYANI DISASTER
A compilation of newspaper reports
On the evening of 3 September 1978 Rhodesians were shocked
by the news that terrorists of Joshua Nkomo’s ZIPRA had shot down a Rhodesian
Viscount airliner, the "Hunyani", using a Soviet-made Sam-7 missile.
The airliner, carrying 52 passengers and 4 crew members vanished from radar
screens five minutes after its 5.05 p.m. takeoff from Kariba airport. Almost
immediately a distress signal was received to the effect that the engines had
failed. The aircraft crashed near the northern border with Zambia in the Urungwe Tribal
Trust Land,
40 km south-east of Kariba Dam. Eighteen people survived the crash.
The crash itself was shocking news, but the fate that
awaited some of the survivors was to cause a wave of revulsion throughout Rhodesia. The
following are newspaper reports of the event and aftermath.” http://www.rhodesia.nl/viscount.htm
Now I do not want to rain on anyone’s parade but the first
MANPADs came out the factories and started shooting up White armoured cars in
1945 and did not give the game away before Il2s choochoo.
As we peek over the herd herb heard garden wall at the
Maison rouge or look back at the wold; whisper to me as the sandal recedes, before
there was anyone to be named here in the forested other greens, off violets, of
de reds , beyond sell by dates , terse yellows and ersatz erses what was the
heathen called? Do you want that in sepia with counterfeit plates?
Statute Piracy is a natural nothought autobot shootdown
never ending fail when the heathen calls.
